[life] When the husband is away...
...the wife shall sit around in her giant grey robe and eat chocolate. So, no real change.
My spousal unit is away at E3, game and game platform convention extraordinaire. There were some tentative plans for me to attend, which were squashed by lack of funds, lack of interest, and some serious lack of my ability to withstand crowds. In any case, I am enjoying my time alone with my thoughts, my empty house, and my two cats who are, even as I type, wrassling on the stairs. Lord love 'em.
I am also getting a lot of projects done. For some reason, my get-to-it-ness is severely crippled by the presence of my husband. I don't know if it's because I am simply so enamoured of him that all else fades to irrelevance, some weird marital diffusion of responsibility, or maybe just that he is so frighteningly good at getting things done that I am more likely just to leave things for him to do.
Which sucks for him, and when I think about it, kind of disgusts me. What kind of a 50's housewife life is that? When I was single I didn't need a quorum on what to make for dinner, I just threw some wretched foodstuffs together and called it good. To what standard am I holding myself when I decide how to get rid of our old clothes? Why not just throw them in the car and drive to Goodwill? Why do I require his nod, like a little trained poodle waiting breathlessly to dance on its hind legs?
It's not what he wants, either. So why do I do it? Because it's easier, I suppose. That's really depressing. It's always a bitch to realise that you are embodying some of humanity's most annoying habits.
Time to stand tall. Take those pictures to the developers! Throw that old couch away! Choose your own brand of cereal! Be a woman, dammit!
Gosh, I hope Shawn likes the new me.
My spousal unit is away at E3, game and game platform convention extraordinaire. There were some tentative plans for me to attend, which were squashed by lack of funds, lack of interest, and some serious lack of my ability to withstand crowds. In any case, I am enjoying my time alone with my thoughts, my empty house, and my two cats who are, even as I type, wrassling on the stairs. Lord love 'em.
I am also getting a lot of projects done. For some reason, my get-to-it-ness is severely crippled by the presence of my husband. I don't know if it's because I am simply so enamoured of him that all else fades to irrelevance, some weird marital diffusion of responsibility, or maybe just that he is so frighteningly good at getting things done that I am more likely just to leave things for him to do.
Which sucks for him, and when I think about it, kind of disgusts me. What kind of a 50's housewife life is that? When I was single I didn't need a quorum on what to make for dinner, I just threw some wretched foodstuffs together and called it good. To what standard am I holding myself when I decide how to get rid of our old clothes? Why not just throw them in the car and drive to Goodwill? Why do I require his nod, like a little trained poodle waiting breathlessly to dance on its hind legs?
It's not what he wants, either. So why do I do it? Because it's easier, I suppose. That's really depressing. It's always a bitch to realise that you are embodying some of humanity's most annoying habits.
Time to stand tall. Take those pictures to the developers! Throw that old couch away! Choose your own brand of cereal! Be a woman, dammit!
Gosh, I hope Shawn likes the new me.
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